Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1887-01-28
Norte and the City Of the Montezu

Norte and the City OF the Montezu.
mas. 9!* :ts5=# 3 81 A s# III
It was beautiful July morning and
there was a tremendous hustle at the
station, but above all the roar and
rattle, the noise OF the shouting, the
babel OF tongues, one heard the cry.
''Thunderbolt express for Pueblo
and Denver, through without change.
All aboard!" And then with quick
putfs Of white steam and changing of
bell and gathering speed, the locomo-
tive drew the long train out of the
yard and whirled It away upon the
prairie. The engineer, with hand on
throttle and quick eye ahead, settled
himself sidewise on his bench; the ex-
press messenger. girded with cartridge
belt, began checking his way-bill, and
the Pullman porter, with practical
eye, took account of the passen-
gers in the new sleeping car
''Wahatoya." "Golly!" said he, un-
der his breath, "If dere amt ole Uncle
Dick Ruxton goin' out agen. Tllstrike
him for a quarter tomorrow mOrnin'
an no mistake. An sakes alive! amt
dat pooty little girl in dc opposite
section? She amt one of dem con.
sumptive kind dat goes out to de
springs. Reckon she an her mas
goin' for cool summer indie mount.
| aims"
Pretty, indeed, was Daisy Robinot
as she sat in her light travelling dress
by her white haired mother. Her own
glossy hair was as brown as the water
IN the mountain streams, and the big
eyes under their long lashes shown as
bright as the glow worm in the prairie
twilight. Uncle Dick Ruxton stopped
to speak to the pair before he went to
the smoking compartment to enjoy q
cigar with q friend, to whom he dis
| cOursed as was his wont.
"Of course she's pretty" said he. II
| don't know no likelier looki1.' gal this
side OF the mountains, but / LEST tell you
one thing, an tibet is tibet she can't
| hold a candle to what her mother was
when fust knowed her. Blame meet
she didn't jest lay over the whole
crowd in st. Louis when was g. young
ster an used to trap for her father,
old Flandreau. Lots of the boys was
! mashed on her, but she didn't care for
no one but a young Teller named Ham
lin. When the call came for troops
| fur the Mexican war he got commits
sion in Doniphan' regiment, an blame
me, eff he didn't strike streak of
mighty bad luck, fur he took sick and
died before ever they got to the Ration
mountains. She was jest everlastingly
broke up, poor little gal! She lived
on fur years, not seeming to take no
interest nor to care for nobody;
but after while, when she
warn't no longer young an was
kind o'lonesome, that TELLER Robinot
come along and wouldn't take no for
an answer, an she married him. He
passed in his checks five years ago,
leavin' her this little gal an mighty
we'll fixed. I allow they kin go where
they like an do what they please. The
gals daisy, you bet! She was along
with her uncle when the General took
them English swells out on the plains.
He had me for scout, an I see all that
was goin' on. There was q young
Captain in the escort that was mighty
sweet on her, an allowed she. liked
him an would hev been glad to see
more of him; but his regiments gone
out to Fort Lewis an reckon he
couldn't get no leave along of them
Indian troubles"
The frontiersman stopped and
scraped match to relight his cigar.
The train was running at full speed
con the iron traip' over nearly the
same route as that taken by the
wagons in old days, but consuming
only hours in progress which
cost them days. How changed was
everything on the road! Where, only
a few years BEFORE the WAGNER and
the dragon, the Sioux and the Com
anche, had found naught to break the
view in the desolate region stretching
to the horizon, were now seen not
only houses and barns, but school
houses and churches. The young girl
and her mother, the tourists, the emf
grants-all the passengers making the
journey for the first time, looked with
interest and surprise at the wonders
wrought by the hands af man; and
still the train sped on toward the
setting sun, until that orb sank in q
blazing light under the rim of the
prairie, and the solemn, silent night
threw it's mantle over the near and
distant scene. Through it's long hours,
as through those OF day, the untiring
| iron horse, with inexorable strength,
| whirled the long train toward the
mountains.
It was early in the morning that a
sudden stop was made. Uncle Dick
went to reconnoiter and soon came
back to report. Miss Daisy and her
mother were sitting in their section as
he approached.
"We've struck q streak of bad luck
now," said he. "Somethin's broke
on the engine an they've got to telc-
graph ahead for another. She can't
be here for three hours at least"
"Where are WEI" asked Mrs. Robi-
| not.
"Well, by this new tangled way of
reckonin' they call this mile post No.
$40, but know every inch Of this
ground an we're just across the river
from where I've had many & good
time-Bent's old fort.'
To the surprise OF her daughter Mrs.
Robinot started sharply, rose almost
to her feet, turned pale and then
flushed to her eyes. Only with great
effort did she command herself suf1i-
GENTLY to speak.
"Can we not visit that fort?" she
asked.
"Well, it amt fur away and it's only
a matter Of crossin' the river, if we
kin git some kind of boat or raft.
I'll 70 an see;;" and he left the two
women by themselves. The mother
took her daughters hand and turned
to her.
my child" said she in q low tone,
"many years ago lost dear friend,
who died far, far away, as it then
seemed; and the place where he was
buried has been to me, through all the
part Of my life which has passed since